“My favorite scent is your skin.” Lifting my arm, he trails his nose across my wrist. I love being pressed against his body. I want him soldered to me from lips to feet. “My favorite place is your arms.” His… — Pam Godwin Copy Share Image
“Lavender's my favorite scent, after White-Out and bacon rind. I sat down on the steps, not sure where to go next. A July afternoon yawned. Mirage puddles'd shimmered on the Welland road as I rode here. I could've gone to… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
